I led them down to the cellar, my heart pounding with every step. We couldn’t bring Amanda inside the house. Kailee couldn't risk moving her because that could make Amanda wake up, and the cellar was the best place to keep her in the ice block. As soon as we arrived, the cold air wrapped around us.
Chase came into view. He stood beside the ice block, his shoulders tense, his eyes hollow from years of waiting. He looked so young—barely older than Hope—but the weight in his gaze betrayed the years he’d endured.
“Chase,” I said softly, stepping forward. “Let me introduce you. This is Draven and Hope. They’re here to help her.”
His eyes flickered between them, wary but desperate. I followed his gaze to the ice block, where Amanda lay encased, her chestnut hair spilling around her like froze
